My Daughter's Engaged?!

Silvia Saige has watched her stepdaughter Alina Lopez for too long without touching. Every morning she tells herself to wait, but the clock keeps ticking in her head. Today Alina drags herself to the kitchen looking wrecked and radiant at once. Silvia presses. Alina hedges, then blurts it out—her boyfriend proposed last night. The words hit like cold water. Time’s up, or it’s now or never. Silvia keeps her voice steady while she asks the questions that matter: how does Alina know he’s the one? Has she ever been with anyone else? With a woman? Alina’s cheeks burn, but she doesn’t pull away. The realization lands—she isn’t being lectured, she’s being hunted. Hesitation flickers, then folds under the heat in Silvia’s eyes. They move to the bedroom. Silvia peels Alina’s shirt open and closes her mouth over one tight nipple, sucking until the girl gasps. Her tongue traces a wet path down Alina’s stomach, then lower, parting her with slow, deliberate licks. Alina’s hips lift; her hands fist the sheets. Silvia slides two fingers inside her, curling them while her mouth stays sealed over her clit. Every moan pulls Alina deeper into the moment she never planned to have. When Alina’s thighs start to shake, Silvia swings a leg over her face and sinks onto her tongue. They rock together, mouths and fingers working in rhythm, sweat cooling on flushed skin. Alina comes first, back arching, then pulls Silvia down harder until the older woman follows, shuddering against her lips. Breathless and spent, Alina stares at the ceiling, engagement ring suddenly heavier on her finger.